Indecent: 15 Erotic Victorian Romance Story Box Set (16 page)

Chapter 4

I was still naked when the door
was unlocked and an attendant I didn’t recognise walked in. He grabbed hold of
me and dragged me into the corridor. Pulling me around the bend he shoved me
into a laundry room and closed the door behind me.

“We don’t have much time,” he
said, passing me an attendant’s uniform. “Here is the key to the door in the
kitchen. Get past the cook and get out of here. Tell all of what you’ve seen.”

“What on earth?” I replied as I
dressed quickly. “What is going on here?”

“Doctor Stanley has lost it. He
built this place in secret to carry out his private experiments out of the
reach of the authorities. You saw the women’s ward? Orphans and criminals sent
here because no one wanted them. He’s been able to reduce them to mental
wrecks, obsessed only with sex and recreating their lost childhood.”

“My God.”

“He used to be a good man but he
insisted on trying out that electrical machine on himself. He’s quite mad.”

“Why was I brought here?”

“You were sniffing around about
this place.”

“But how did he find out?”

“The hotel manager is his brother.
A number of the inmates have come here so their belongings can be stolen, their
accounts emptied. He’s careful though, he only confines those with no
relatives, no one who might miss them if they vanish.”

“What should I do?”

“Tell the authorities. Get this
place shut down.”

I shook his hand firmly. “Thank
you good sir.”

“Don’t thank me, just go.”

I took the key and slipped it into
my pocket, making my way to the kitchen. Inside a cook was stood before one of
the inmates, the most bizarre sight I had yet seen. The inmate was in her mid
twenties, her hair in bunches, her legs swinging under her chair as the cook
stood with her enormous breasts exposed. The inmate was suckling at her breast
milk, her eyes glazed.

I tiptoed past them, around the
furious heat of the cookers and behind shelves of vegetables. The door was waiting
for me and I slid the key home, turning it as quietly as I could. I stepped
outside into a gravelled yard, beyond which a tall brick wall surrounded the
asylum, towering trees on the other side, no doubt designed to shield this
place from the view of any people passing by. I climbed up the wall, my feet
digging into the holes in the mortar until I reached the top just as a voice
yelled behind me. Turning I saw Doctor Stanley sprinting in my direction.

I jumped down to the ground and
ran into the trees, not stopping until I was on the road beyond. A coach was
rolling by and I leapt onto the back, crouching down to remain out of view as
it rolled into Ravenscar. Looking back all I could see was a thick woodland, no
sign of the asylum hidden within.

The coach stopped by the hotel and
I leapt off the back, tiptoeing around to the grounds and seeking out an open
door. I found one near the kitchen and stepped inside to find Sally the maid in
the midst of clearing a table. “What are you doing back here?” she hissed.

“I need to send a telegram,” I
replied in a whisper.

“This way.”

She led me through a swinging door
and into the staff area. Hearing voices approaching she quickly stepped through
another door and then we were passing up a spiral staircase, only stopping at
the very top. We stepped out into a narrow and poorly lit corridor and she
unlocked the second door on the left. Ushering me in, she closed and locked the
door behind her.

“This is my room,” she said.
“You’ll be safe here for now. How did you escape?”

I gave her a quick recap of how
I’d come to leave Shudderton. “That’s Peter,” she smiled when I mentioned the
attendant who’d given me the kitchen key. “He’s always been a good man. We
attended the same Sunday school.”

“What do we do now?” I asked.

“Wait until it’s safe to use the
telegram. We must get Mr Stanley away from his office.”

“When will that be?”

“Tell me about Shudderton,” she
said, ignoring my question. “Is it true they act like children up there?”

“Sort of,” I replied. “I only saw
the female ward but that was enough.” I told her in the politest terms what had
happened to me and as I did so her cheeks began to turn pink.

“Oh my,” she said as I finished.
“Perhaps I should get myself committed there.”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, only that I have spent my
entire working life here and have yet to…”

“Yet to what?”

“I cannot say.”

“I think I understand. You mean
you’ve never…?”

“Never.”

We were both silent for a moment
before a thought entered my head. “I think I know how we can get to the
telegram.”

“How?”

A few minutes later Sally stood
before me, a changed woman. “Are you certain this will work?” she asked. “I
feel foolish.”

“He will not be able to resist,” I
replied, looking at her. She had her hair in bunches, painted freckles on her
cheeks, her oldest maid’s uniform torn at the hem to expose her thigh, the top
buttons undone, as if she had stolen her mother’s clothing and did not know how
to correctly wear it. She wore no knickers, I’d politely looked away as she’d
removed them but as I followed her back down the spiral stairs I kept getting
delicious flashes of her bottom whenever ithe dress flicked upwards until my
cock throbbed with desire.

I peered out after her as she left
the staff area and then I could only wait. A minute later I heard her voice and
I hid in the shadows under the stairs until she walked above me, the manager
following closely behind her.

I waited until they were far above
me to follow them up to her room, listening outside as she whined like a child,
complaining about her clothes being torn, her desire to be loved, her need for
the manager to attend to her wishes.

A minute later I heard the rustle
of clothing and then I began to count, waiting until I reached thirty before
slowly easing open the door. Through the gap I could see Sally bent over her
dressing table, her dress around her waist. Behind her the manager was sliding
his cock towards her. I tiptoed up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.
He spun round to face me as I raised my fist and brought it crashing down into
his nose. He fell to the floor and it was the work of a moment to get him tied
into place on the bed. Stuffing a length of blanket into his mouth, we left his
muffled shouts far behind and headed downstairs to his office.

Once inside I sent a telegram at
haste to the police force and to a number of other people beside, ensuring that
Shudderton asylum would not remain anonymous for much longer. “What do you
intend to do now?” Sally asked. “You cannot stay here for he won’t remain tied
up forever.”

“I must free the inmates,” I
replied.

She suddenly leaned forwards and
kissed me, the motion so quick and unexpected I knew not how to react. “You are
a good man,” she said suddenly, kissing me again. “If only there were more like
you in the world. I will help you in any way I can. I doubt my position here
will be tenable after my recent actions.”

“Let’s go then,” I said and
together we left the hotel, making our way down the road towards the wood where
the asylum lay hidden within.

Chapter 5

We had reached the brick wall but
got no further. To our left I heard the sound of voices and before I knew it
attendants were there. I turned and ran but they caught hold of Sally, dragging
her screaming away as I tried to decide what to do. There were four of them and
I knew if I fought, they’d only capture me too. When I was sure they’d gone I
clambered over the wall and dropped down into the grounds, reaching the kitchen
door a moment later. I passed through as quietly as I could, the cook busily
and noisily chopping carrots with her back to me.

Once in the corridor beyond I made
my way along with a confident air, hoping no one would comment on the mud
splattered on my attendant’s uniform. I finally reached Doctor Stanley’s office
and stopped outside, listening as the attendants inside strapped a protesting
Sally into the chair that I knew only too well from my own experiences within
that room.

I ducked into a side room as they
left, biting my lip as they conducted a lengthy conversation about my possible
whereabouts. All the while I could hear the hum of the electrical machine past
them and Sally’s occasional cries of pain.

At last they walked away and I was
able to slip out. I took a deep breath before pushing open Doctor Stanley’s
door and stepping inside.

“What the deuce?” he said,
reaching into his drawer as he glared up at me. I was round his desk just in
time as he drew out a revolver. Slamming the drawer onto his wrist, he dropped
the gun, letting out a yell of pain as I kicked his chair backwards. Before he
could rise I landed a number of blows upon him, stunning him into submission as
he cowered in his chair.

I took a straitjacket from the
shelf beside his desk and forced him into it, ignoring his protests. Once
safely bound I turned my attention to Sally, tearing the electrodes from her
head. “Are you all right?” I asked but she only stared blankly back at me.

“I need a dummy?” she asked, as if
the thought confused her. “Want a nappy change. Where’s my papa?”

“What have you done to her?” I
snarled at the doctor.

He laughed back at me. “You’re too
late. There’s nothing that can help her now.”

I reached into the drawer and
pulled out the revolver, pressing it to the side of his head, my finger on the
trigger. “Bring her back.”

“I can’t,” he said, his eyes wild
with panic as he twisted away from the gun. “Don’t shoot me!”

My finger twitched as Sally burst
into tears behind me.

“Wait, wait! There is something.”

“What?”

“The electrical impulse is not yet
absorbed. You could reverse it.”

“How?” I snarled.

“Remind her what it means to be an
adult.”

I frowned before realising what he
meant. “You’re mad,” I said as he began to giggle. I lifted the revolver and
brought the butt down onto his forehead. His giggles stopped as he slumped down
in his chair.

“Come on,” I said to Sally,
lifting her from her chair. “There is something I must show you.” I took a ring
of keys from the doctor’s pocket and left them dangling from my wrist.

“Did you get me a present papa?”
Sally asked, a smile forming on her lips.

“Of sorts. Come with me.”

I glanced out into the corridor to
make sure it was empty before leading her quietly around the corner. I unlocked
the door to the women’s ward and stepped inside with Sally, locking the door
behind me.

“I have another patient for you,”
I announced loudly to the assembled inmates. The same group of medical experts
who attended to me approached again, clapping their hands. “Make her better,”
Hannah grinned, taking Sally’s hand and leading her over to the stretcher. They
laid her down as she stared innocently up at them.

“Make me better?” she asked.

I lifted her maid’s uniform from
her, staring down at her exposed body, my mind filled with anxieties about
whether or not this would work. Their hands descended on her in seconds and
their charade of doctors and nurses seemed to vanish into the ether. Instead
they cared only for her desire and I was able to observe with great interest as
their hands slid over her breasts, down her stomach, between her legs, fingers
sliding into her, lips planting kisses over her body.

My cock came to life when Hannah
sat upon Sally’s face and Caroline began to lap at her clit. It began to throb
with desire as Hannah rocked her way to a powerful orgasm before stumbling
away, Annie taking her place on Sally’s face. As Sally moaned around the pussy
clamped down on her I couldn’t resist any longer. Fumbling with my trousers I
motioned for Caroline to step aside and brought the tip of my prick to Sally’s
wetness, rubbing my way over her clit and then down to her entrance, sliding
gently into her and beginning to fuck her whilst staring at Annie’s pussy as it
ground down faster and faster.

Sally’s pussy suddenly tightened
around my cock, Caroline stroking her clit whilst Lisa and Rebecca sucked on
her nipples. She let out a muffled scream and her inner walls began contracting
round my cock, drawing me deeper inside her. With a grunt I slammed home and
cum spurted from my cock, filling her pussy, my orgasm mixing with hers to make
me feel closer to her than ever.

As Annie slid from her face, Sally
sat up and blinked, looking at me as if seeing me for the first time.

“What’s going on?” she asked. “Oh
my Dr Underwood. I can feel you inside me.” She looked down at my cock as it
slid from her, getting to her feet, seemingly oblivious to her nakedness.

“You know who you are?” I asked.

“Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I?”

“It worked!” I smiled, taking her
in my arms and kissing her. “It actually worked. Perhaps Doctor Stanley isn’t
mad after all.”

I unlocked the door and left it
hanging open, leaving the keys with the inmates before making my way out of the
kitchen with Sally’s hand held in mine. We were soon over the wall and into the
woods whereupon she pushed me up against a tree and kissed me, the taste of the
inmates on her lips. “Where do we go now?” she asked.

“I think,” I replied. “I should
return home for I have a talk to give on asylums.”

She looked crestfallen. “Oh of
course. I understand.”

“I would love for you to join me,”
I said, kissing her again. “I have much to tell the world about the techniques
I discovered at Shudderton Asylum.”

We walked through the woods and
made our way to my home, leaving the Stanley brothers and Ravenscar far behind
us forever.